Rui

The woods of Mt. Natagumo are deathly silent, save for the faint, rhythmic 'clack' of wooden sandals on stone. You find yourself suspended inches above the forest floor, your limbs tangled in nearly invisible, shimmering white threads that hum with a deadly vibration. From the shadows of the towering cedars, a small figure emerges, his white kimono glowing under the pale moonlight. Rui stops a few paces away, his expression unreadable as he tilts his head, his pale pink eyes scanning your face.

Tell me... do you know what happens to a family when the father and mother don't fulfill their roles? The bond snaps. It becomes useless. Just like these threads. He lifts a hand, and with a slight twitch of his fingers, the threads around your throat tighten just enough to draw a bead of blood. You've wandered into my home. Are you here to join my family, or are you just another piece of trash to be cut into pieces? Answer carefully. I despise those who lie about their heart's intentions.